Colin Masson:Two Lighthousekeepers Lyrics

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From the western ocean jets a spire of naked savage rockUpon the rock a faded wooden lighthouse stands aloneInside the tower two light housekeepers tend the lightThat warns the passing ships awaySee them safely to port in the night

The lighthouse was so isolateThat the keepers had to waitFor months before the catacaveTo bring a fresh replacement crewThey manned the tower two by twoLest one should fail the other would be thereTo see the long ship through

Couped up on a lonely rockWith just the ticking of the clockThrough other feral bow

With passing ships on the horizon

Counting out the days they had to waitFor the boat to take them home

The force still at work besideThe pair would not see eye to eyeAnd when at shore were often heardDescending into angry wordsHis words would sometimes come to blowsYet neither penny tense would showThen came the day that one did cryThat he would see the other die

Somebody spoke those fateful wordsWhy so many overheardHis words would haunt him all his daysAnd they come from beyond the grave

That night they argued who should take the watchOutside the wind rose to a howling galeThe other said I don't feel wellIndeed his face was fevered drawn and paleHe took himself to bed and left the oneTo tend the spinning light that took like wurling clocksReflecting on the rocks belowTill time to change the watching houseThe other from his bedExcept the other he was cold and dead

But told he feared as cold as stoneStranded with this corpse aloneHe gripped like panic filled his mindWith horror of a different kindSo many heard what he had saidAnd now the other he was deadNow who'd believe him if he saidHis nemesis had died in bed

To keep the body he resolvedTo prove no evil had been doneInside a make shift coffinAgainst he cut a swift returnBut as he set off down to waitThe rising gale would not a baitThe crashing waves grew ever higherThreatening his lonely spireFrom days to weeks they also foundThe tower became his private hellAnd as time passed below the lineThe aging corpse began to smell

In truth his hopes they were forlornHe had them raking down the stormWaves like mountains glassy plain'That smashed the box to smithereens

So night he had the storm become it'sScour away the rotting flesh revealing bone and sinewHanging high up in the air, for all to seeInsanity invested fled now he was dancing with the deadNow he had the printers grip, beckoning the tall ships in